Janet Jackson F Missy Elliot - Son Of A Gun (Remix) lyrics

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Thought you'd get the money too<br />

Greedy, greedy, greedy<br />

Try to have your cake and eat it too<br />

Missy, remix<br />

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Yo, check this out, you greedy motherfucker<br />

I changed all the credit cards and switched the lock to all my doors<br />

You thought my heart would be destroyed<br />

Look around 'cuz I'm chilling, boy<br />

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Whatcha go and get your lawyers for<br />

I makes my dough in just one show, you know<br />

Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know<br />

When you sue me, ya gonna be broke you know<br />

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Ain't know you way you could bring me down<br />

(Easy)<br />

Any chick that you stick is real sleazy<br />

Before I need you, I betcha gon' need me<br />

You ain't want me anyway way, you wanted to be me<br />

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What made you think I'd keep you around<br />

While I, work my ass off and you just lounge<br />

You slump, bump, son of a gun and a, how much your worth?<br />

I think negative Don<br />

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Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts, a baby gigolo<br />

A sex pistol, hollerin' at everythin' that walks<br />

No substance just small talk, know why you feelin' on that girl's behind<br />

You gotta sleazy, one track mind, working your work<br />

Until you think you find who's goin' home with you tonight<br />

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Oh, who you give it to?<br />

(Oh)<br />

Who you gonna steal it from?<br />

Who's your next victim?<br />

(The right, like)<br />

Oh, who you gonna lie to?<br />

(Oh)<br />

<br />

Who you gonna cheat on?<br />

Who you gonna leave alone?<br />

(That's what I'm talking about)<br />

Oh, what ya gonna tell her?<br />

(Oh)<br />

<br />

After she discovers you don't really love her<br />

Oh, gonna be a showdown<br />

(Oh)<br />

Knock down drag out, gunslinger, shoot 'em up<br />

(Shoot em' up)<br />

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I betcha think this song is about you<br />

I betcha think this song is about you<br />

I betcha think this song is about you<br />

(Yeah, yeah)<br />

I betcha think this song is about you<br />

Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?<br />

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Remix, I'm doing better with out you<br />

And I'm happy without you<br />

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Sweatin' me but I'm not your type<br />

You think you irk me and you're so right<br />

I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out<br />

Stupid bitch in my beach house<br />

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Naw, I ain't gone go and act a fool<br />

And be lead story on the nigga news<br />

Not me sucher, I'll never be your lover<br />

I'm gonna make you suffer<br />

You stupid mutherfucker<br />

(Okay baby)<br />

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Oh, who you give it to?<br />

(Oh)<br />

Who you gonna steal it from?<br />

Who's your next victim?<br />

(The right, like)<br />

Oh, who you gonna lie to?<br />

(Oh)<br />

<br />

Who you gonna cheat on?<br />

Who you gonna leave alone ?<br />

(That's what I'm talking about)<br />

Oh, what ya gonna tell her?<br />

(Oh)<br />

<br />

After she discovers you don't really love her<br />

Oh, gonna be a showdown<br />

(Oh, Missy)<br />

Knock down, drag out, gunslinger, shoot 'em up<br />

(Shoot em' up)<br />

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You musta thought you had game like, nigga, what?<br />

Walk around like you down, you don't give a fuck<br />

'Cause you don't really want beef until you hit the streets<br />

See, I'ma lover not a fighter but I'll crack ya teeth<br />

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Boy, plea, plea, nah, don't bother me<br />

'Cause when you had me, you ain't know how ta treata me<br />

But now you up on dem knees, still joggin' me<br />

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But I'ma say it real real, keep it real<br />

What da deal, how ya feel, is it ill, is it sick?<br />

'Cause I da deal, still here with appeal and it's real<br />

Don't front 'cause, boy, I da shit<br />

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I'm doing better with out you and I'm happy without you<br />

(Playa, playa)<br />

And this song is about you, motherfucka, son of a gun<br />

(Playa, Janet)<br />

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Gotta chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off<br />

Show me what you gonna do, I ain't bout to run<br />

You have just run out of ammunition<br />

(Nigga, right here)<br />

Shootin' blanks now, you son of a gun<br />

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Missy, Janet, Carly<br />

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Oh, who you give it to?<br />

(Oh)<br />

Who you gonna steal it from?<br />

Who's your next victim?<br />

(The right, like)<br />

Oh, who you gonna lie to?<br />

(Oh)<br />

<br />

Who you gonna cheat on?<br />

Who you gonna leave alone?<br />

(That's what I'm talking about)<br />

Oh, what ya gonna tell her?<br />

(Oh)<br />

<br />

After she discovers you don't really love her<br />

Oh, gonna be a showdown<br />

(Oh)<br />

Knock down drag out, gunslinger, shoot 'em up<br />

(Shoot em' up)<br />

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Thought you'd get the money too<br />

Greedy motherfuckers<br />

Try to have your cake and eat it too<br />

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I'm gone